A violent storm loomed over Dawnreach, shrouding it in an ominous cloak of darkness.
The sky crackled with electric energy as bolts of lightning danced across the horizon, illuminating the night with their jagged brilliance. Thunder rumbled with an imposing authority, its resonant roar echoing through the vast expanse.
The storm that raged above the town was not a natural occurrence. It was a manifestation of the sorcerer Cristobal's destructive power, a malevolent force unleashed upon the unsuspecting residents below.
Eve's gaze remained fixed on the brooding storm, her mind preoccupied with the stolen wealth that had set events into motion. The crates behind her held the ill-gotten riches, a tantalizing trove that had ignited Cristobal's insatiable greed.
"How did you even know he possessed such a fortune?" Trinity's voice carried a mix of curiosity and suspicion, her eyes darting toward the crates as she spoke.
